they speak of the mind as you would of the sky
A cloud is a thought, a rain drop is a word
what is a poem? I ask
Sometimes a puddle, they say
what is the Sun? I ask
Clear your mind, they say, and you’ll see the spirit
why does its light leave us at night? I ask
The light never leaves, they say
but you must look away
To take rest, and to visit us, too! In your dreams
they say that what is the body here, is the soul there
What is your soul now, shall be your body
the ground, the sky
There can not be one without the other
what of the Sea, what of the storms? I ask
What of the stars, what of the Moon? they ask me, laughing
A cloud is a thought, a rain drop is a word
what is a poem? I ask
Sometimes a puddle, they say
what is the Sun? I ask
Clear your mind, they say, and you’ll see the spirit
why does its light leave us at night? I ask
The light never leaves, they say
but you must look away
To take rest, and to visit us, too! In your dreams
they say that what is the body here, is the soul there
What is your soul now, shall be your body
the ground, the sky
There can not be one without the other
what of the Sea, what of the storms? I ask
What of the stars, what of the Moon? they ask me, laughing
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[Picture: A clear blue mind by reading_is_dangerous] 
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